Here we are under these particular stars Here we stand Victorian Where the white folk can grow to no so Very little about the black folk The same folk who rightfully own This piece of beauty that we call our home Well negativity is often heard from society With conviction they preach Not even knowing of whom they speak I guess it's each to there own Those that want to will know I guess it's each to there own Because from the top the views are old and grey Well I feel so ashamed Of this system and these ways The tiny hearts that lead our nation And tiny minds that let them in And I see your confusion I see your pain I see your pain and your confusion And there's still some with my skin Who still try and hide the reason
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